Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.